When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Bartolt was busy avoiding the items falling from above.
Stella and Laritte were almost out of candlesticks and what they collected to throw.

Are we all out?

At that moment, Laritte threw off one of her shoes.

With a thud, the shoe hit Bartolt’s careless head and blood flowed out of his forehead.

Stella raised her thumb at Laritte.

“Great shot, Madam!”

Anger rose inside him as he tried to regain his senses, opening his eyes wide to focus.

“You two….! I won’t kill you gracefully!”

I should hurry up and finish Redra.

After that, he planned to laugh while fully appropriating her image begging for help before finally ending her.

However, she was not any woman who would face her end so easily.

“Bartolt, you’re the only one to die here.”

“What?”

His eyes turned to Redra.

Her sword was covered in flames spreading to all directions in the air.

It was when she felt alive.

Her form turned black everywhere, filled with the dark energy summoned from her sword.

In an instant, the predator and the prey had changed.

“Y-You….
You!”

Bartolt was completely mistaken about her.

There was no way that Redra—who was all high-and-mighty—would serve an illegitimate girl as her master.

Redra—who was unable to summon her sword before—used to be equal to his…..
prey.

“Bartolt, you dolt traitor.”

“Wait.
Wait a minute.
Listen to me.”

Bartolt forced himself to laugh, slowly raising his hands.

“W-Will you kill me? Think about it again.
It’s going to be a lot more beneficial if you save me.”

He dropped the sword he was holding.
Dust rose as he knelt in front of the dark sword that he had witnessed cutting people before.

“I will testify in front of the court that the Empress ordered the Duchess to be killed.
Then you can depose the Empress by the power of Cap– no, the Duke.”

“…..”

Redra’s eyes were strange.

Bartolt felt the touch of a dagger on his wrist inside his clothes.
He planned to stab Redra’s neck with it if she approached to capture him alive.

He continued lying, “I betrayed the Duke in the past because I was threatened by a butler.
We don’t have to fight amongst ourselves.”

Redra approached her opponent, still aiming her burning sword at him.

She asked with a sharp look.

“……Is that true?”

Bartolt’s smile spread from ear to ear.

“I-Indeed! It’s true! Aren’t we comrades who lived together for a while?”

She fell for it!

Pretending to hold his hands together, he picked up the dagger he had hidden.
The tip of the handle touched the tip of his nail.

Just two more steps.

“Bartolt.”

The moment Bartolt took out the dagger, he found himself cut in half.

“You have a knack for making funny dog noises, or what.”

Redra wiped her blood-stained sword on the hem of his clothes and put it back in its sheath.

I won.

Relaxed, she lost strength in her body and sat down on the ground.

Laritte came running from afar.

“Are you okay, Lady Redra?”

“……I told you to run, why is Madam here?”

The words didn’t come out nicely for no reason.

Laritte brushed her red bangs behind her ears.
It revealed her face full of blood and dust.

Laritte was honest.

“I thought I would be sad to see you dead cold.”

Redra blushed.
Meanwhile, Laritte continued.

“I thought I would cry and regret it.
It would be more heartbreaking if it rains because of me if we held Redra’s memorial service.
But I’d put the flowers you picked yourself.”

She thought about Redra’s death so much in detail, she came back because she was worried.

“What kind of flower do you like, Redra?”

Laritte looked genuinely curious.

Stella, who arrived after her, also swallowed her saliva.

“I was joking.
Why don’t people react when I joke around?”